The continuing of the softening up of people who work in the public sector by the DM on behalf of the Tories. The DM knows it, but before long it becomes a "fact" a bit like the Winterval nonsense, before they had to reluctantly correct it in 2011. As an NHS Nurse, I get an £18 shoes and tights allowance a year, as part of my terms and conditions agreed with the HMRC, big deal. What did Vodaphone not pay in Tax or the D M G T for that matter.

- Anne, West Midlands EU, 17/2/2012 15:30Click to rate Rating (0)

The other half went off like rocket !

_________________" The fate of the Country depends on me. As long as I am Leader, I shall think only of victory " Nigel Farage 2015.

I thought after Positive Weather Solutions disappeared up their own low trough, we might hope for more balanced information, but no ! It has been rather brisk here today, there are more birds about, but it was quite warm in the sheltered sun. Improved weather is on the way. My Pussy wants to spend more time outside in the fresh air and who can blame her !

- Anne, West Midlands EU, 19/2/2012 14:24

_________________" The fate of the Country depends on me. As long as I am Leader, I shall think only of victory " Nigel Farage 2015.

Sounds pretty dangerous to me, what if the 'upload' fails? Or is interrupted half way through? - tom, Manchester (isn't a town), 29/2/2012 15:45 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>If it's interrupted half way through, you get a half-wit, and if it fails altogether you get an average DM reader.

- realist, uk, 29/2/2012 15:54Click to rate Rating 4

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Shouldn't this nonsense be in a comic? Oh, wait a minute, it is.

- Mark Harwood, Huddersfield, 29/2/2012 16:07Click to rate Rating (0)

_________________In its majestic equality, the law forbids rich and poor alike to sleep under bridges, beg in the streets, and steal loaves of bread.

Whatever floats your boat, 'moms'. Personally I get my kicks from words rather than images: the lovely photographs on the right of this page do nothing for me, but give me a story about a celebrity taking her clothes off for money or a Kardashian visiting an airport wearing a pair of shoes, and I'm a wild animal.

Just read the extract on the website, and not only is it dreadfully written (with some words comicaly "BLEEP"ed out by the mail) with the author clearly indulging in some embarrasing Mary Sue fantasy, but it's so sad to hear that so many women are going gaga over it.

'He’s wearing old, faded, ripped Levis and that's all. He flicks the crop slowly into his palm as he gazes down at me. He's smiling, triumphant. I cannot move. I am BLEEP and BLEEP, BLEEP on a large four-poster bed.

'Reaching forward, he trails the tip of the crop from my forehead down the length of my nose, so I can smell leather, and over my BLEEP, BLEEP lips. He pushes the BLEEP, BLEEP BLEEP, BLEEP, BLEEP etc…'

I need help filling in the BLEEPs here. (Convent school education.) It's like the most difficult Supermatch Game ever, and I've picked Lorraine Chase as my celebrity help.